Untitled: Garbage

Here I am. I loved you with all of me, and that wasn't enough. We split and I feel free and that is enough and I loved you and you kicked me out of bed because you saw demons in me that I did not. There are dark places that no one else could go to . You saw the end and it was filled with glycerine. I loved you as fire loves wood. You are my cold winter night. Goodbye forever. Good night and good luck. I hope the future brings you things that you want.

Your mornings are lighter.
Mine are filled with lead

I wake up to gray.
I sit in beige.

If my life is styrofoam then my mornings are lighter too.

Whatever can I do?
Are we forever through?